Emotional Literature

Gently swaying with the rhythm of my mind, content with quiet spaces of my own, tranquil, writing in a place I love to be, one inside of me. Pockets of knowledge delved into out of curiosity, always wanting to know more about everything that happens. Quietly forgetful of the world around, basking in the beauty hidden within, rarely sharing, afraid it will be taken away, coveting it. Flowers dancing in the wind of creativity, blossoming ever inside, being shown to others only through written words. Deep contemplation abides, blocking away atrocities of child- hood and growing up on earth. Delicately prancing through many facets, thousands of mind blossoms, catching their beautiful sounds and colors, forever in a memory overflowing with words. Never lying about, carefully threading everything together so as to create new poems. Holding nothing in, letting it shine forth through emotional literature.